Bah, Humbug
I have no more 'Yippie' for the holidays. Frankly, I feel drained and grumpy, and have zero desire to take part in the usual traditions. For example, right now I'm sitting in front of the mess that is my deconstructed Christmas tree, complete with all it's usual accoutrements. I want to cover it all with a blanket and forget it's sitting here. I have no holly jolly, just some 'I hate everyone', and a little 'fuck this shit'. My family no doubt adds to this melancholy, or really, if I'm being honest, plant the seed in the first place. Nobody is thoughtful, or creative or particularly festive. Shared Christmas lists are no longer suggestions, but more like a grocery list, so the element of surprise and whimsy is completely lost. Nobody tries anymore. They don't listen or care. Everyone is imperial, too self centered to give a damn about others. This isn't fun anymore. It's become a chore I despise, rather than something to look forwa